Wow, having huge traffic today makes me feel obligated to post something. Unfortunately I’m super tired from the weekend so it’s going to suck.
First of all, listen to this:
Which will hopefully improve your reading experience. I got tattooed to this album (Groove Armada’s Black Light White Light Remix) on the weekend, and when I bought it off of iTunes last night I was a little confused that it didn’t have a buzzing tattoo machine sound in it anywhere.
We’ve been working on my sleeve for ages (I was a jerk and moved to Ottawa right after we started) and since he was going to be in Toronto for the weekend, it meant that I didn’t have to drive all the way to Kincardine. We got a solid 5 hours in, which was fabulous. We might have been able to get more, except that when I got there at 1, Scott met me outside and explained that the keys his friend had given him to the shop didn’t work. So off we went on a side trip to get the keys, busting into the most adorable little girl’s birthday party to ever be thrown by a tattoo artist and his horror-magazine editing wife – I definitely think that their place should end up on Off Beat Home, since it was so amazing.
Anyways, we got back and into the shop, and were able to work from about 3 until 8. After that, I was pretty spent, and Scott wanted to stop because he was running the Toronto Marathon the next morning (how awesome is that, by the way?), so we quit. I feel obliged to brag extensively about the fact that he praised how well I sit while getting tattooed, which means I have tattoo cred. I mean, I figure that my only two jobs as a tattoo-ee are to sit still and pay the man, but apparently it’s harder for some people to do that first one (and maybe the second one, who knows?).
After that, I went to Oakville for a few beers with my friends, which was good times. I felt like a bit of a tool in this pub with my arm wrapped up in saran wrap, but for all I know everyone thought I was really cool. Our whole group was dressed pretty casually, but we got there just in time to snag a table, so we had fun laughing at all the girls dressed to the nines in high heels that had to stand. We also tentatively (and less-than-soberly) discussed doing a fun girl’s weekend in San Francisco (my totally random suggestion) so we’ll see about that – it would be super fun, so hopefully I can finish French in time to have some vacances!
Yesterday, I got back during the late afternoon, and although I went to bed nice and early, I ended up waking up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep for almost an hour, and then when I finally did, I started having a nightmare about scary hill people and had to wake myself back up (a very useful skill, by the way – I always dream lucidly enough to pull myself out if the situation gets hairy), so I was exhausted today.